As the Ming army intensified its offensive, Du Du was in a dilemma.

Retreat, the Ming army will not be polite, it will definitely take advantage of the situation to press, and it will be difficult for the Qing army, which has lost its geographical advantage, to do it.

But if you don't retreat, you can't do it, the Qing army's food and grass are not enough for two days, and if you continue to hold on, the end command will be even worse.

Can't withdraw, can't withdraw, Du Du fell into a dilemma.

It was late at night, but the lights were still bright on the Heisha Ridge, and the sound of killing shook the sky, and the Ming army kept attacking the Heisha Ridge, mixed with a huge explosion in the middle, that was the Ming army using 10,000 enemies to bomb the Qing troops who were hiding in the trench and putting cold arrows.

In order to drag the Qing army back, even the Liaodong Army, which had always been accustomed to preserving its strength, was ruthless, dividing the team into seven or eight waves and launching attacks on Heishaling in turn.

Yang Feng also ordered the Jiangning army to divide the battalion into five waves to attack in turn, in order to maintain strong pressure on the Qing army, because it was late, the artillery battalion could not attack the target, and the sergeant could not see the target clearly in the dark night and could not effectively shoot the enemy, Yang Feng ordered the troops to use small trebuchets to throw 10,000 enemies over.

This method had a very good effect, and under the effect of a small trebuchet, it easily threw a range of more than 100 or even 200 meters, which made the Qing army complain.

The fierce battle lasted all night, and the shouts and explosions that resounded throughout the night continued until dawn.

It was dawn, and Du Du walked up to the highest peak under the escort of more than a dozen Goshkha, looking at the desolate mountain peak and being silent for a long time.

The sound of footsteps behind him came, and Du Du swept it with his afterglow, it was the Mengbaqi inlaid with red flag banner master Gushan Ezhen Buyan Dai.

At this moment, the Buyan Dynasty has long lost its former appearance, the armor on his body is not only full of bloodstains, but also damaged in several places, and his face is also blackened and red by gunsmoke.

The faltering Bu Yan Dai walked up to Du Du and knelt in front of Du Du with a pop, wanting to speak, but after a few squirms at the corners of his mouth, he couldn't say anything, only tears kept flowing out of the corners of his eyes.

Du Du bent down to help him up personally, and said in a rare and pleasant tone: "Bu Yandai, thanks to the perseverance of your subordinates last night, otherwise Heishaling would have been breached, and after returning to Shengjing, Ben Beile has already asked His Majesty for your credit." ”

Buyandai showed a smile that was more ugly than crying, and the corners of his mouth moved several times before he said in a hoarse voice: "Thank you Lord Belle, it's just ...... Just ......"

Speaking of this, he couldn't say any more, and Tao Tao burst into tears.

Last night, the position he was ordered to garrison was the main target of the Ming army's attack, after a night of fierce fighting, he led the Mongolian red flag almost completely annihilated, 3,000 men and horses only left less than 500 people, if there is no soldier to replenish, his red flag can almost be said to exist in name only.

Looking at Bu Yandai, who was kneeling on the ground and crying, Du Du comforted: "You don't have to worry, when you return to Shengjing, I will order that soldiers from various tribes will be selected to supplement your red flag first." ”

Although he received Dudu's promise, Buyandai was not happy, how could those soldiers who were temporarily replenished from various tribes be as reassuring as the warriors of their own tribes?

And the most important thing is that this time he insisted on bringing out most of the warriors of the tribe, which was already opposed by many leaders in the tribe, and now that most of these warriors have been lost, the tribe has fallen to the brink of extinction because of this, what kind of face do I have to meet the leaders and fathers of the tribe.

Seeing that Buyandai still refused to get up, Du Du couldn't help but feel a little unhappy in his heart, he waved his hand, and immediately two Goshha came over to help Buyandai up, and without waiting for him to speak, they helped him down half-persuasively and half-forcedly.

When Buyandai disappeared, Du Du sighed lightly, last night the Ming army swarmed up like chicken blood, the fierceness of the battle and the heavy casualties were rare, so that Du Du had to re-examine this old opponent.

Because the Ming army's attack was too strong, Du Du could only command the whole army to resist with all his might, and there was no way to organize a retreat.

Because the battle was so fierce, Du Du couldn't help but be surprised when he received the number of casualties reported below.

It stands to reason that the defending side has a congenital advantage, but last night's battle was reversed, and the men and horses under his command actually suffered nearly 5,000 casualties, especially the Mongolian red flag of the Buyan Dynasty was almost completely casualties, and it can be said that it has basically lost its combat effectiveness.

But fortunately, as soon as the sky was bright, the Ming army also stopped attacking, otherwise Du Duzhen didn't know if he could hold on.

Thinking of this, a chill surged up from his heart, could it be that this Black Sand Ridge was the place where his Du Du was buried?

No, there will definitely be a way to withdraw Shengjing.

"However, there are so many dead and wounded on my side, and the casualties on the Ming army's side must be even more, if this is the case, presumably the Ming army will also stop for a while, and I may not have a chance to turn around." Du Du secretly comforted himself in his heart.

However, Du Du was wrong, the casualties of the Ming army as the main attacker in this battle last night were indeed there, but they were not large, and the casualties of the Ming army were less than seven or eight hundred overnight.

The reason for this is very simple, because it is the Liaodong Army that is the main attacker on the surface, but in fact, the Liaodong Army only played a role in containment, and it was Yang Feng's Jiangning Army that really caused heavy damage to the Qing army.

Due to the large number of firearms such as 10,000 enemies and firearms, the Qing army's strong bows and crossbows and strong melee combat capabilities were not brought into play, so the casualties of both the Jiangning Army and the Liaodong Army were very small.

In Sun Chengzong's tent, dozens of generals gathered together.

Although after a night of fighting, the generals discussed last night's battle with great interest.

Even Yuan Chonghuan said to Sun Chengzong with a happy face: "Governor, in the battle last night, our army caused at least thousands of casualties to the Tartars, and our army suffered less than a thousand casualties. ”

Last night's battle could indeed be called brilliant, even if he was as calm as Sun Chengzong, he couldn't help but smile and nodded.

However, he still said with a straight face: "Although all the generals worked hard to kill the thieves last night, it can be regarded as a remarkable achievement, but you must also see that last night alone consumed tens of thousands of enemies and more than 200,000 sub-medicines, and there are not many 10,000 enemies and sub-medicines left in our camp, if there is another battle like this, I am afraid we will fall into the point where there is no sub-medicine available." ”

"yes, that's a real problem."

Yuan Chonghuan and the generals of Liaodong also had a headache, this brown beisi fire gun and 10,000 enemies are really easy to use, but the problem is that the consumption is too great, and nearly half of the inventory was used up in just one night, if it is used up, how will the next battle be fought?

No wonder I always listen to the people of Jiang Ningjun say that when the cannon goes off, it is really fucking reasonable.

Thinking of this, all the generals unanimously looked at Yang Feng, who was sitting next to Sun Chengzong......